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 Jul 2016 BarelyABard
Rianna
Colors
 Jul 2016 BarelyABard
Rianna
I don't want plain.
Sure in my black and white world
You were grey
But
I wanted color.
I wanted vibrancy.
I wanted you
But
You couldn't give me what I needed
And
I couldn't give you what you needed.
As much pain as it causes me
We just weren't meant to be.
After all you were as grey as your smoke
I was as blue as the sea.
This is just something I've been messing around with. I'm not sure how I feel about it but hey, why not? Also semi inspired by Halsey.
 Jul 2016 BarelyABard
Rianna
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Counting
Does not
Help the
Anger that
Is in my soul.
I have been cursed to become this abyss of endless cruelty and sadness. I cannot be saved and to be frank I do not wished to be saved.
I am a knife.
Do not complain
Of what you have forged me into.
 Jul 2016 BarelyABard
Sea
Cudi
 Jul 2016 BarelyABard
Sea
"The lonely stoner seems to free her mind at night"
the words echo through the halls of an
empty brain
A stereo plays the anthem of the ***-smoking archetype
But it's reality: Can she free her mind
if there's nothing that's tied down?
 Jul 2016 BarelyABard
Sea
I am the gaping hole in your heart
you pour your insecurities into
full-force, I am your canyon.

I am the one you want when
you don't know what it is you want,
and I am to the brim
with your own past

And I still come back with my
Addiction for affection because
I need to keep the void
filled until I can't remember
what my own baggage is for
 Jul 2016 BarelyABard
Sea
the fear is starting from scratch
nothing from the past
eating away at me
weighing me down so
I can't be happy
I leave it behind
and close the page
what I need is
not simply a new chapter
but a whole new book
a whole new place
Answer me
I didn't ask the question but answer me
And God do I wish you'd ask the same from me
I would tune every string out of your name
I would play nothing but your heart beat
I would call *goodnight
and have you visit in my sleep
We would only talk in pictures we took because they'd make better sense than actual talk
The words would taste better on my lips for when you want to taste them
My scent would remind the whole world that I'm yours
And the trail of my nails upon your neck would remind you that you're mine
Everything would be so different if you would only ask the question
But I don't know if it would go the same way *if I do
I could've told you that earth is not home
I could've told you that beyond the skies,
there is nothing,...nothing but darkness
I could've told you that gravity isn't holding us down
I could've shown you that your body will be first to betray
that your brain is another creature living inside of you
that air doesn't taste as good underneath your feet
I could've sworn that life eternal and that emotion is all we have left from heaven
I could've kept asking for mercy until my heart choses silence instead of music
I could've cried my eyes out for you to listen but I know, I am too much of a burden for you to bare
If I could only see the flames from here, I wouldn't have put my faith in the bargain in the first place
Every inch of my body burns with rage.
Wanting to punch anything,
wanting stomp this feeling away.
I'm about to explode.

Sometimes I have no reason to be,
but the anger bubbles out of me.
This anger is destroying me.

My skin sizzles at the drop of these tears,
my mind races to resolve this conflict within.
I usually keep my anger to myself,
but now it's too much and it shows.

I numb the ears of people with my words and blind them with my stares.
I don't mean to...
but the anger took control.

Is it bad to feel comfort in the one thing that wrecks you?
It just hurts so good, at times.
A.W
 Jul 2016 BarelyABard
Sea
1 AM and
 Jul 2016 BarelyABard
Sea
My head pounds with the
course of one night's gin
(and a thrown-in whiskey sour)
and I realize this town isn't for me
any longer.
 Jul 2016 BarelyABard
Aditi
The sorrow is yours,
As much as it's mine,
Your heart has rights to its tears,
The same way mine cries.

The treasured moments,
Are tucked,
In the curve of my lips,
Just the way they, sometimes, creep to your cheeks,
And make you blush.

The nostalgia, the sweet pang behind them,
Can be read in your eyes,
Just as obviously as they show in mine.

The sorrow is yours,
As much as it's mine,
Your heart has rights to its tears,
The way mine cries.

Don't bother drawing lines,
We are bound to cross,
My heart is crazy,
Just as bad as yours.

The rumors that transcend,
Like wildfire in dry woods,
My contribution to these stories,
Are as much as yours.

Give words to these memories,
A tune to these words,
The old tune that you'll hum,
Will belong to me, as much as it belongs to you.

My verses,
And your prose,
Tell the same tale,
Of same loss.

This sorrow is yours,
As much as it's mine.
When a relationship ends, both sides are hurt, it is not like only one of them has the right to be hurting...and it is something we forget. We think we are alone in our pain, and that makes us sadder. Tbh I don't really think it is easy being friends with someone you were romantically involved with...but I do believe that one should let go of grudges cause after all, their part in your story was as much as yours.
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